Quote by Jack Kerouac

“I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare - there…

— Victor Hugo

“I encountered in the street a penniless young man who was in love. His hat was old and his jacket worn, with holes at…

— Victor Hugo

“The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of that passing…

— Cormac McCarthy

“Bob had been caught by the white death, the threat of which hung over every male black in the South. I had heard whispered…

— Richard Wright

“Who is this pompous hobgoblin? His jaw had grown square, his belly had gone soft. He was parading like a dictator in jockey shorts…

— Genie Frisbee

“On the street, men appeared to me like mad ghosts, old skeletons out of joint, whose bones, badly strung together, were falling to the…

— Octave Mirbeau

“My child died last night—and now I shall be alone again, if I must really go on living. They will come tomorrow, strange, hulking,…

— Stefan Zweig

“Deep within the web of pavement and steel, a young boy and girl scurried past an old man, his outdated mechanical limbs shaking and…

— Jaron Lee Knuth

“There had been a trapped thought about to emerge, something essential and unspeakable, released by the mention of those blank-faced soldiers. Now it was…

— Donna Tartt

“No ease for the boy at the keyhole, his telescope, when the women's white bodies flashed in the bathroom. Young, my eyes began to…

— Robert Lowell

“I was suddenly possessed with the idea that the blind, blank back of his head really was his face—an awful, eyeless face staring at…

— G. K. Chesterton

“In the dead white hours in Zurich staring into a stranger's pantry across the upshine of a street-lamp, he used to think that he…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald